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men—American traders In Asslnibola—Saskatch-

'These men took me to their shack at Wood
Mountain. They kept me there two years, try-
ing to cure my wounds. I learned their language.

'Bight days ago I heard one of them say that
they were going to cut off my leg. That night
I ran away barefoot and without moccasins In a
big blizzard. I made up my mind that I would
rather die In the blizzard than lose my leg.

'I knew that you, my own people, would be
somewhere down on our river here at this time of
the year; so I came down to look for you. Some
Crees told me where you were, and I saw your
camp early to-day, but I could not reach It until
now—I was too weak and lame. Our own dogs
nearly ate me before I got In to-night, but I am
here—and I give thanks to the Great Spirit/

Then drawing himself painfully to a half-stand-
ing position on his one good leg, he raised his
hand and said:

T pray that the Great Spirit will be as good to
all of you as he has been to me.'

Our chief arose and said:

'White Dog was never wrong in his life. He is
dead now, Roving Night Eagle; but he told us
the spirits never spoke falsely to him. And If we
had had sense enough to read his words, we would
have known that you were alive all this time.